The three clear mountains are towering, like the gate to heaven.
Thousands of golden lights are rolling in red neon, and thousands of auspicious energy are spraying purple mist.
The fairy mountain is hidden between the green clouds and mist, like a dream, like an illusion, far away, and like the scenery of heaven and earth.
After twenty years of separation, the fairy mountain remains the same, and the Three Pure Ones remain.
The giant bronze bell rang for a long time, the cranes chirped endlessly, and the spiritual light illuminated the heaven and earth. The clouds and mist piled up like snow separated a ladder of clouds and mist in the sound of the bell. An immortal slowly emerged from the sky from the depths of the sea of clouds in the green mountains, and his spiritual power condensed. The golden flowers are flying freely in the air.
The visitor wears a robe with wide sleeves and a crown with a broad belt. His eyes are as calm as water, his face is white and beardless, and there is a refreshing air between his brows. Although he is middle-aged, he has a good appearance.
This person is none other than the head of the Sanqing Dao Sect, Chonghe Zhenjun.
Chonghe Zhenjun raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, spiritual energy surged in his eyes, a humble and proud smile appeared on his lips, his voice was like rolling thunder, and he said loudly, "There are friends coming from far away, it is not surprising, seniors come to my Sanqing Dao Zong, it’s true that the flowers are shining brightly, I apologize for missing the welcome from afar.”
"Hahaha!"
The laughter was loud and clear, like waves rolling in from the distant sky, with no concealment of pride and goodwill.
At the same time, what was uncovered was the thick and powerful spiritual pressure.
The coercion of the late Nascent Soul surged wantonly around the Sanqing Dao Sect, but it never invaded the city below or the mountains of the Sanqing Dao Sect. It just wandered in the void.
It seemed as if he was knocking on the door of Sanqing to indicate that someone was coming, but he was very polite, knocking every time in an extremely gentle and polite manner.
However, even if the other party deliberately hides his cultivation, he may not be able to hide it from Sanqing's cultivators whenever he gets close to the Sanqing Dao Sect.
Hearing the laughter of the visitor, the smile on Zhenjun Chonghe's face did not change. Behind him was the Sanqing Dao Sect. Even though his cultivation level was different from that of the other party, his back was extremely straight here.
"I am Chong He, the leader of the Sanqing Dao Sect. I don't know why my senior is here. You might as well show up and see me." Zhenjun Chong He first said politely with a smile, and naturally raised his sleeves with his hands, calmly standing in the breeze. in the air.
"I came from Penglai overseas as soon as I crossed over. It is a blessing to have the honor to meet the head of Sanqing."
From the border between Jiu Ming Continent and Zhong Continent to the Sanqing Dao Sect Mountain Gate, it only took a few days for the monks after the Yuan Dynasty. However, Zhenjun Yidu wanted to see more in the Eastern Continent. Come on, it took several months.
A few months are enough for Zhenjun Du and Saint Wu Ge to become thoroughly familiar with the customs and language habits of the Eastern Continent.
Zhenjun Yidu, who specially changed into a brand new white robe and tidied his hair, slowly appeared in the void not far from Zhenjun Chonghe, with a shell-shaped flying magic weapon under his feet and wine around his waist. The pot shook gently, and his expression was cheerful.
Before Chonghe Zhenjun could think about which immortal sect Penglai was, or before he could tell whether he had seen the Yuanhou monk in front of him, he heard a clear and loud cry.
"Uncle Master!"
The voice was clear and full of joy and excitement.
Chonghe Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, and his eyes moved from the strange Yuanhou monk to behind him. The first thing he saw was a woman in blue. She was dignified and majestic, with an arrogant look. She was good-looking and had good cultivation, but not know.
Then his eyes passed over the woman in blue and landed on the two people behind the woman in blue.
The black-haired woman in green clothes waved her hands, with a big smile on her white jade-like face, and a clear and gentle aura. As a responsible leader with outstanding memory, Chong He Zhenjun was instantly in his mind. He recalled the identity of the woman in front of him.
Isn’t this Duan Yi’s little disciple?
The only immortal spiritual root disciple in his sect?
A genius disciple who is suspected of being a ninth-level Golden Elixir but unfortunately his whereabouts are unknown?
Chong and Zhenjun found all the memories about each other in the ocean of memory, and the name slowly emerged in his mind, Yu Lingchu.
"Master Nephew Yu?" Zhenjun Chonghe's eyes lit up. Seeing that the aura around Lingchu's body was harmonious and his cultivation in the middle stage of the Golden Core was stable, the smile at the corner of his mouth rose unconsciously.
Well, the better the disciples are, the happier he, as the leader, will be.
The strange Yuanhou monk is important, and his own disciples are also important. Zhenjun Chonghe was happy at first, and then slightly shuddered. He also remembered that this genius nephew fell into space turbulence in the Deep Sea Demonic Eye, although his life card was intact. , but that doesn’t mean nothing happened.
Today, a Yuanhou monk came back, and I don’t know if something happened.
It would be safer to bring his own disciple over first.
"Lingchu, come here, don't bother your seniors." Zhenjun Chonghe looked slightly serious, as if he was lecturing his juniors with righteous words, and waved towards Lingchu.
Zhenjun Yidu glanced at Zhenjun Chonghe with a half-smile. The expression on his face did not change much, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart.
This Sanqing Dao Sect, from the leader to the disciples, are all good at bluffing people, which is very interesting.
Lingchu smiled, knowing that the leader had good intentions and could not trust the Yidu Zhenjun whose origin was unknown for the time being. However, she still had the most important thing not to say.
Shaking his head slightly, Lingchu pulled Senior Sister Mingyue beside him and said to Chonghe Zhenjun, "Uncle Master, please take a look, who is this."
who?
Chong He Zhenjun once again shifted his gaze and fell on Zhan Tai Mingyue. The snowy clothes were cold and his eyes were filled with purple light. The leader's professionalism made Chong He Zhenjun quickly remember the disciple in front of him again in a short period of time. Who is he?
Phantom body, ice spirit root, Zhantai family, Zhantai Mingyue.
I remember that this disciple was also a momentary figure in the sect. Unfortunately, he disappeared decades ago when his cultivation was still weak. Later, unlike Lingchu, he had a clear whereabouts. His master and the sect I have searched for them all, but to no avail.
Even if the same fate card is intact, as time passes year after year, the attention within the sect will inevitably gradually decrease.
Although the task of finding him is still pending in the mission hall of Sanqing, the only ones who are really persevering are Zhan Taimingyue's master and his brothers and sisters from the same lineage.
It was so long ago that when Chonghe Zhenjun remembered it, he was still a little unbelievable.
Unexpectedly, so many missing disciples would return today.
Wait, overseas, Penglai.
Chonghe Zhenjun seemed to have remembered something, his eyes flashed with a faint light, and then he curled his lips and smiled, his eyes as warm as the morning sun, "Yu Lingchu, Zhan Tai Mingyue, welcome back to the clan."
Zhan Tai Mingyue's cold face had slight waves when she read her name to Zhenjun Chonghe.
Lingchu smiled cheerfully and brightly.
They are back!
At the same time, in the deep secret realm of the Sanqing Dao Sect, a man was leisurely drinking tea and playing chess under an ancient tree with a faint smile on his lips.
The heavens are ever-changing, and the world is uncertain.
Who knows whether good or bad luck will come, and you will have no regrets if you make a move.
